A lighting sign, a bolted swipe, a tale, a told, entire, A little song, where I belong, in mentioned flights of fire. A lightening bug, a steadfast hug, not letting go once seeded. Its a simple request for help, From the lights of those well weeded. Its strange to see this all on me, the work, the labor, the teared. A lighting speed, is all I need to safely cross eyes leered. The lights in night, the big long night, the darkest ever seen Can only shine into this rhyme by liking the in between. Heidi Bujak A flashing, a bolt gripped in hand or under eye, oh look to see, Its smart and listed, with a marching band, Do you like me, 123? It rides the wind and sales the sky and flashes in each gulp and sip, Its called a Nitro, an energy, a plea for help from victims lip. Heidi Bujak Click the Blue Highlighted Link, Sail, fly, swim, skate, run, walk or sink.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Jul 2013 15:10:13 +0000